St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1887-06-25
Here ,he poet wakes. and, dreaming,

Here the poet wakes, and, dreaming,
Finds his inspiration dear;
Here the artists brain is teeming,
Filled with natures paintings clear.
Music, too, that grand impulsiye,
Moving men to higher thought;
Finding in the heart eonvulsive,
Home, which never can be bought.
Now, who'd seek more congenial
Climate. home, or friend or wife;
Churl is he, with heart most venial,
Unappreciative life.
Let him henceforth be awarded .se
Place without the human breast
And his searching unrewarded,
Leave the earth to find his rest.
The world is dead, earth is no more.
The cycle of all time complete;
The masses on the other shore
Stand waiting ut the Judgment seat.
Great Joye on high unfurls the roll
r. award the states their merit place
Not TO the young, not to the old,
But TO the one first in the race. -,,s
Now stand the throng with bated breath,
The foremost name of state to hear; ~
While round stiffness as of death
Fills all the vault of azure clear.
The name is spoken, bark. the cry
From million million Threats doth burst.
What means this chorus swelling highr
Now Minnesota answers first
The four stanzas below dripped from
the pen of another st. Paul boy who
SiSllS llluiSCil n IIdNcllllS MAIL. TIC
is evidently married. If he isn't, he
ShrewdnesS in sending his name not
necessarily for publication, but as a
guarantee of good faith. He says the
lines are respectfully dedicated to l.. s.,
and Judging from the ''Strain" of
thought l.. S. wears tight-fitting
basque and a hustle, although there is
nothing about the initials that savorS of
the feminine gender. He prodS his
muse after this fashion:
ALAS.
The years will come, and in their train,
Come sorrow, sadness grief and pain.
Perchance your thoughts some future night.
VIII backward wing their weary flight
Ger many distant land and sea,
And rest at last on love and me,
And wish, alas! and wish in vain
TO see your old-time friend again.
So mine fly back as YEARLY,
And end their joyless fight in thee.
In thee! All. canst thou now recall
The friend that freely gave the all
That love could give, unasked, unsought.
Nor claimed from thee one answerin G
thought,
But nursed in silence stern and deep,
His pain into oblivious sleep?
But thought no longer fancy free,
Is bound by memory's chain to thee.
And often some magnetic word
Thrills back to life tender chord,
Aud 10, the past returns again
With all youths pleasure i'll its train.
Of hours when in my sheltering care
You sailed the waters of White Bear.
When swelled within the heart of each,
Like music from the distant beach;
Like blessings from The hand of Jove,
That matchless, joy, immortal love. =.
O! on yon lakelets cleaning breast
Were passed such happy hours and best
l fam would grasp them now to me,
And live them through eternity.
Now as rich and palatable dish to
be served at a banquet poetry has no
superior, but as regular diet it gets a
tritie monotonous, and while the GLOBE
will be glad to furnish stable for any
travelling mans Pegasus occasionally,
it would rather have the boys send II
little paragraphs of news and person.
alities. And remember, that nearly all
the travelling men relish poetry now and
then